You might get something out of this site if:
You think an awesome experience is something everyone else always has
You think adventure is looking at the ladies dainties in the Sears Catalog :)
You've got more cousins than Carters' got little pills
You find people are always telling you that you're definitely the most interesting person they've ever met
You don't like high stress jobs. Like when your husband tells you that you've got to the mow the lawn TWICE this year.
Just wait until you discover what living life on the road is really like.
--The Great Kiva
There are lots of buttons and links here, some might go somewhere, most probably don't. Even I, smart as I am :) ain't got'em all figured out yet. But like some feller said, "It ain't the destination, it's how many times you got to repair the brakes during the journey, otherwise you might not be able to stop when you get to where you didn't know you were going."
Don't worry about what this website costs. You get the RV Dreamers bug you'll learn right quick you'll need to keep every penny you got. :) But if your a real smart feller and come up with a way of gettin' people to send you money so you can live it up, keep it to yourself. Cause if someone else does it, it might chip away at your good fortune.
Oh, one last thing, if you just got to support something, Support Our Troops, they're keeping our country safe so we can live this life.
This website is dedicated to my grandpap who always said, "Boy, you got a knack for doing the dumbest things." And how could I forget my city feller cousin (the one whose name I never learned) and his cute wife :):), who gave Nilda and me the RV Dreamers bug when they told us about the Great Kiva on the day they got lost.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Seems like when those beauty parlor ladies get into their usual gabfest now, they always meander a mite before they return to their favorite subject, me and Nilda’s blog. Sure, they do enjoy the goin’s on in our road life that I’m always puttin’ out there for the whole world to read, but it also appears the circle of readers is expanding
One of the ladies, Nilda says it’s the teachers wife, the one with the red hair that ain’t no more red than a blue bellied whale, which by the way, she resembles in more ways than one. Anyway, it turns out that teacher’s wife told her son-in-law about this here blog, and he, bragging about how he knew some famous writer, showed my writing efforts to one of his bowling buddies, whose Pa is thinking of retiring and taking up the kind of life Nilda and me lives.
Alrighty then, it turns out that the son-in-law’s Pa liked what he read so much that he told a bunch of his own friends and they has also taken up following our adventure, which may explain why I been getting so many emails asking for Tomato Blossom’s :):):) whereabouts, of which I don’t have the foggiest notion.
Where all this is a leadin’ to is the fact that while they sure do enjoy reading about our daily adventures, they’d also like to read some information about how we decided to “buy”, (using their word as it was told me, not mine), Ol’ 5th Wheel. Or how we decided where we should domicile, whatever that is
Then there was this one, how’d we know that this life was right for us, which makes me wonder what kind of life they is a’living. Sheesh. One of them didn’t understand what full timing in a mobile, mobile home was and could I explain it to him. All this got me thinking that maybe there was a need for more information on this here lifestyle thing we live, and that providing that would get even more people to read this here blog, making me more popular than ever.
Why I heard tell that some of them real popular internet places, like amazon, google, girls galore, bustin’ busts, and the like can have as many as a hundred or more visitors in a day. I don’t know if I can ever reach that many visitors in a day, but if I could get half that number, or even thirty or so, it sure would give Nilda something to talk about on her weekly visits to the beauty parlor.
So in the near future, if I can ever figure out how to do it, you might see some new pages appearing alongside these regular blog articles I been a writing. Heck, if it works out the way it might, I could even be given Nilda a page or two of her own where she could put up some of her favorite recipes you have been reading about on my blog.
Lordy, lordy, she might even be able to supplement our income, such as it is, what with all them constant repair bills depleting it almost as fast as it comes in, by trying her hand at that beadin’ stuff she learned working at Betty’s Best Beads, or whatever it was called. Guess you could say this full time thing is an adventure in more ways than one.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
At last I finally had to go back up to the Gulch. Ma was expecting for the 19th time, and what with Pa's wart on his little toe a bothering him again, he couldn't do no more than lay abed himself. What surprised me was how all choked up everybody around the courthouse got when I told them how Ma and Pa was suffering, each in their own way. Sheesh. :)
Alrighty then, before I was allowed to leave, the Judge, who was that man who gave me the chance to get my degree those many months ago, he ups and has a big get together, of which it turned out I was the guest of honor. I sure wished Pa could of been there for that, I'll bet it would have made up for that day when he screamed at me and Tomato Blossom that I had brought great dishonor and pain to the name of Vayne.
I was a smiling so hard at what the Judge was saying, plus with Tammy Jo, all 400 pounds of her, between me and the Judge and her wheezing and all, it was hard to hear exactly what the Judge said. But folks said even though the Judge was all blubbery, it was something about the fact that it was hereby certified and noted that all the public thereabouts should know that I.M. Vayne, and not only that, but that they should know that the Judge considered the same I.M. Vayne to be the best darned accountant in all of the County.
When the Judge finished, Tammy Jo throwed her arms around me, then just as the Judge handed me a piece of paper with his proclamation all printed out on it, Tammy Jo began bawling like a calf that had lost its mama. First thing I know all them tears from Tammy Jo is causing the the ink to run on the most important paper I had ever gotten in my life, and to this day the only words anyone can make out are: --- awarded this day --- certified -- Public -- accountant -- I.M. Vayne --- signed --- official of --- Kentucky.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Turned out that to get a degree you had go far down below the Gulch, even past Coon Hollow, then travel the Tartliffe Road till it came out near Simpsonville, which was the county seat. It was there, in Simpsonville, that you could get a degree. Once I learned all this, I waited till the time was right and lit out for the big city of Simpsonville. :)
It was dark by the time I got to Simpsonville, but by trying to do just exactly what Tammy Jo had told me Jimmy Jack had told her to tell me to do, I ended up standing before a very official looking man the next morning. I tried to explain to him what Tammy Jo had told me Jimmy Jack had told her to tell me about getting a degree, but he wasn't having any of it. Sheesh.
In the end it still turned out okay, and even though I didn't get the degree I wanted, the one I ended up with was just as good. Besides that, it took only 30 days to get the degree I got rather than the two years it took Tammy Jo's brother, Jimmy Jack, to get his. :)
I will admit I was heartbroken when the man first said it was just going to be 30 days for me because I'd only gotten a 3rd degree misdemeanor rather than a second degree felony like Tammy Jo's bother got. Turned out however, to be the best thing that ever happened to me, since the head jailer took sick, and his assistant couldn't keep track of how many days anybody had left to serve. :)
I'd always been good with numbers and that was why I got the job of second assistant, jailed jailer. The Sheriff was joking about it being an inside job. Sheesh. But I thought I'd earned it. Course it didn't hurt that most all of Tammy Jo's male relatives had stayed there at one time or another, and through them she'd put in a word or two for me. :)
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Were they ever surprised to learn that we had been traipsin' around the country enjoying the retirement life cause of the fruits of my labors due to my degree I had got years ago. Most of them boys don't have a clue about how to get ahead in life and make some real money. Maybe this is a good time to tell you what I told them about how I got ahead in life. :)
First I ever heard about these "degrees" and how they could get you ahead in life was when my sister Maybelle, that's my younger sister Maybelle, not my older sister Mabel, brought her friend, Tomato Blossom Parks :):):) back with her at Christmas many years ago. It turned out that Tomato Blossom's :):):) parents where some sort of hippies, and since Tomato Blossom :):):) wasn't following the path they had set out for her in life, she was going to be all alone come the Holidays, so Maybelle brung her along to the Gulch.
It was from Tomato Blossom :):):) that I learned about degrees and that people can actually get paid for reading and writing a bunch of "whereas's" and "parties of the first parts", and on and on. I also learned that not everyone can add numbers and make them come out like they are supposed to. Sheesh. Or at least have them come out like the feller paying the bill wants them to come out.
Alrighty then, it was a real eye opener for me, discovering that people can get paid for just putting words and numbers down on paper, rather that actually having to do anything. I decided right then and there that I was going to get me one of those degrees Tomato Blossom :):):) was talking about and live a life of ease.
Before Tomato Blossom :):):) went back to the big city, she also got around to teaching me a few other things that I wasn't quite up to speed on, though lord only knows why not. Alrighty then, Tomato Blossom :):):) was a leading me through my lessons, urging me on, when I guess I got a might too into what was going on and started a bellarin' and a carryin' on. Course it didn't help that at the same time, Tomato Blossom :):):) was a puffing and a gruntin' like a steam engine going up Henderson Mountain.
Let's just say that by the time things calmed back down, Maybelle was banned from bringing any more of her big city friends back with her, :(:(:( and something other than a degree was on my mind every time I got close to a girl for a long time after that. Sheesh. :)